You hesitate to stab me with a word, and know not - silence is the sharper sword

You hesitate to stab me with a word, and know not - silence is the sharper sword.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on

Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.